The Ochs lived next door when we first moved to Cranbury in 1960. Being a kid himself, Bob was a delightful neighbor to us children, always ready for tag or to toss a football. My sister, eight years old, once knocked on their door and asked if Bob could come out and play. His yard work was lax, crabgrass everywhere...he figured, if it's green, let it grow. Except the hedges, which he savagely attacked with his clippers, reducing them to twiggy skeletons. After dinner, he took his evening constitutional, strolling through the neighborhood, puffing contentedly on his cigar.
These many years later, he stayed in touch, sending his favorite jokes to my parents by email, and he was quick to send condolences when my father, a fellow Rutgers Alumnus, died in November last year.
Love to his family, especially my old neighbors, the boys: Lee (the best babysitter), Larry ("Moonshine"), and John (the most intense little boy ever).